Years ago, I went through the cards my parents received when they married. Most of the names I recognized as relatives of one of my parents. Many of the others had last names that I knew had to be neighbors. There were several I didn’t recognize and I asked Mom who they were from. Most of those were from college friends of my Mom or teaching colleagues early in her career.
Then there was one.
No idea who she was. But I made a note of the name.
It was years later that I found out who she was–a first cousin once removed of my paternal grandmother. I had no idea she was still living in 1968.
Too bad Mom didn’t save the envelopes, but we can’t have everything (grin!).